“I’m going to let you choose,” he said, nodding toward the items on the table.
So much for Sir preferring a different form of punishment. Not that I wanted to stand in the corner or be deprived of an orgasm, or even to have to pee in front of him again, but still.
“I’m going to give you twenty licks,” he informed me. “You will be counting as I go along. And I’m going to allow you to choose what I spank you with.”
I peered down at the items again. There was a wide wooden paddle and a crop.
Sir dropped his belt onto the table.
Crap.
And then there were three.
I looked up at him. “Can I choose for you to use your hand?”
He shook his head. “Not for the first ten, no.”
So that meant he would be spanking me with his hand and I only had to endure ten swats from one of these items.
I knew for sure I didn’t want the crop. They’d used it on me at the island and that had been a lovely experience, but I knew that sucker could hurt really badly. That left the wooden paddle or the leather belt. Neither of which appealed to me.
“You have five seconds to decide. Otherwise, I’m adding ten more.”
“The paddle,” I blurted.
“Hand it to me.”
With shaking hands, I retrieved the paddle, then took it to Sir. His eyes met mine.
“You know what your safeword is, correct?”
“Yes. It’s red.”
“Very well. Although this isn’t playtime, I will allow you to use your safeword should you need to.” He took a step closer and tilted my chin back. “Punishment is not something that interests me, Luci. I prefer never to have to do it. However, I think it’s important to establish the roles and you’ve earned this. Never again will you run away like a scared child, you understand? We expect you to talk to us.”
Well, looking back on it now, I got that. However, at the time…
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He released me, then took a seat on the sofa. “Come lie across my lap.”
Surprisingly, Sir did not ask me to remove my clothes. Then again, I was wearing a skirt and no panties, so he already had access to my bare ass.
It took a minute to get into position, but Sir didn’t hurry me. I managed to lie across his lap with my upper body on the sofa, my feet on the floor.
Sir lifted my skirt, his hands grazing my ass, which ultimately had my arousal igniting. Although I was scared, I couldn’t help it. This man made me want things I’d never known I could want.
“I want you to count for me. The first ten will be with the paddle.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice trembled, as did my body.
Sir rubbed my ass for a minute, warming up my skin.
“Relax. Don’t tense your muscles. This is gonna hurt more than my hand.”
Well, he couldn’t say he didn’t warn me.
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, trying to listen for when he was going to swat me. I breathed in and out, my body instantly tensing when his hand disappeared.
“Count for me,” he repeated.
Smack!
Son of a bitch! “One,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
That fucking hurt.
Smack!
“Two!” Holy crap. I wasn’t sure I could survive eight more.
Smack!
“Three.”
Tears were pooling in my eyes, my ass burning as he continued to paddle me and I continued to count. My hands were fisted and I buried my face in the cushion, trying to hold myself together.
When he was finally done, his hand returned, sliding over my skin, holding in the burn.
“Ten more,” he stated, his tone even. “You don’t need to count.”
I sobbed. “I’m ready, Sir.”
I wasn’t, but I wanted to get this over with. I couldn’t deny that I deserved it. I’d done something incredibly stupid and I wanted to be on good terms again. I’d learned from Master that once the punishment was handed out, the transgression was forgiven. I needed that more than anything.
Smack!
Smack!
He seemed to focus on areas that weren’t already burning from the paddle. The crease where my butt met my leg, the top of my thigh.
Smack!
Smack!
I was still crying, but now the ache had diminished somewhat, morphing into that same sense of calm that consumed me around Master and Sir.
Smack!
“Color, pet?” Sir massaged my ass, making the sting intensify.
“Yellow. But I’m okay, Sir. Really.”
Smack!
I inhaled sharply, wanting to get back to that sense of peace I’d found.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The three hard ones in a row jerked me back to reality.
Smack!
I waited for another, but it didn’t come and I realized Sir was finished. Part of me expected his hands to dip between my legs, but they didn’t. I was disappointed, to say the least.
When he helped me up, he held me in his lap, wrapping his arms around me. I continued to cry. Not only from the pain but also from everything that had taken place up to this point. I knew I needed more from Master and Sir. I wanted everything they were willing to give me.
